Upon A Scar In A Virgin's Face.

'Tis heresy in others: in your face
That scar's no schism, but the sign of grace.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

Robert Herrick

The Poet Loves A Mistress, But Not To Marry.

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Need.

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Another. (Virgin Mary)

As sunbeams pierce the glass, and streaming in,
No crack or schism leave i' th' subtle skin:
So the Divine Hand worked and brake no thread,
But, in a mother, kept a maidenhead.

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Another. (Confusion Of Face.)

The shame of man's face is no more
Than prayers repell'd, says Cassiodore.

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Upon A Virgin Kissing A Rose.

'Twas but a single rose,
Till you on it did breathe;
But since, methinks, it shows
Not so much rose as wreath.

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Confusion Of Face.

God then confounds man's face when He not bears
The vows of those who are petitioners.

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No Escaping The Scourging.

God scourgeth some severely, some He spares;
But all in smart have less or greater shares.

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To God.

Do with me, God, as Thou didst deal with John,
Who writ that heavenly Revelation.
Let me, like him, first cracks of thunder hear,
Then let the harps enchantments stroke mine ear:
Here give me thorns, there, in Thy kingdom, set
Upon my head the golden coronet;
There give me day; but here my dreadful night:
My sackcloth here; but there my stole of white.

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